Everything, Everywhere, All At Once

would be good news
if only it meant
fulfilment, happiness,
in a rush, heaven-sent –

but experience proves
that what comes around
in a huddle, is horror
and the approaching sound

of gunfire and bombs,
with famine and death
and leaders who’ve modelled
their style on Macbeth –

divorce and disease,
bankruptcy, guilt
in tsunami waves –
seawater, then silt . . .

But chin up – remember
a stiff upper lip
is a must even after
life’s lonely trip.

Tom Vaughan

If you have any thoughts about this poem, Tom Vaughan  would be pleased to hear them